Mr. Money: The Complete Series (A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Box Set)

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Mr. Money: The Complete Series (A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Box Set)

Ettore Zane, AKA Mr. Money AKA Billionaire “King of Sex”, has just bought the company Allie Davis works for. Now she’s his right-hand associate in his sex toy and club empire. And he has no problem mixing business with pleasure.
Ettore also knows something Allie doesn’t… her boyfriend is a cheat. And there is nothing he hates more…
As Allie is swept up in the world of billionaire sex-mogul Ettore Zane she finds herself falling for him, even though she knows it is a mistake. But when your business is pleasure, pleasure soon becomes your business…
This is the complete series of Mr. Money collected in one box set. It features a billionaire alpha male, explicit scenes and it intended for readers 18+ only!
This complete version of Mr. Money comes with a bonus story, Hot Springs Werewolf, Part 1.

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EXCERPT: 

“Ms. Davis, are you ready?”

I leaned back in my chair and saw Mr. Zane sitting with his feet up on his desk, sipping a coffee. The cup could have had whisky in it from how he looked. His top button was undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and I saw on his right arm tattooed black lines spiraling upwards. I wondered how far they went.

I turned back to my document. I’d had it ready for the last fifteen minutes and had spent that time trying to work out how to talk about this vibrator without turning every shade of red there was. That wasn’t entirely true. I’d also spent a chunk of that time trying to think of boring things so the tingle between my legs went away. Ice-burgs. Local politics. I’d failed at that.

I printed two copies, the machine on the other side of my office quickly spitting them out and then grabbed my notepad, bottle of water and took a deep breath before walking out to Mr. Zane.

“Watch out, there’s a seat there,” he said with a hint of a smile, sliding his feet off his desk.

I sat down and handed him one copy of the report. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a large black stapler. He put the report in and then slammed his hand down on it, the echo crashing through the room.

“Should I do you too?” he asked.

“No thank you.”

A very mischievous part of my brain took hold of the second meaning and hit the button for temperature increase.

Mr. Zane flipped over the first page of the report but barely looked at it. “Can you take me through this?”

“Certainly.” I was going with ultra-professional to get me through this. They were just words. Like brick or hat or tree. Any sexual connotations was only happening in my mind.

“Fifty-three survey responses. Nine out of ten rated it at higher than nine out of ten overall.”

“On what scale?”

He was looking at me with those green eyes and I knew he wanted me to say it. I also knew that he’d already read the survey results.

“Satisfaction.”

“And?”

“Number of orgasms. Speed of orgasm.”

He nodded as though we were discussing nothing more interesting than toast.

“A common response was feeling like they had had sex after using the vibrator.”

He looked down at his page and I saw him read what I didn’t say.

“You’ve written something else here.”

“Yes, you can read it there.”

He smiled and put the report down. “In a few days, if you’re willing, we’re going to be visiting some sex toy manufacturers and having meetings with people pitching new products at us. You are going to need to be able to say-” he looked down at the report “I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before without stumbling over it.”

I bit my lip and looked down at the report. Bad enough I had to read this out with him smirking at me but he was doing that double sentence meaning thing with if you’re willing. I looked up and held Mr. Zane’s gaze.

“Participant 21 reported I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before. She also said that she enjoyed the Silent Z in her pussy while her boyfriend fucked her ass and she went on at great length about how she’d fuck the creator of the Silent Z senseless if she could find time away from her now favorite toy.”

Somehow I managed to hold it together, only glancing down to quote her directly.

“That’s the kind of results we want.” He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to the desk. “Wasn’t that the hottest thing you’ve read? She’s completely uninhibited, loves to fuck and is happy to tell everyone about it. This is the kind of woman we need in the world. This is the kind of woman I’d love to fuck.”

He sat back and then pulled open the drawer the stapler had come from. This time though he took out a Silent Z. It looked tiny in his hands.

“Have you tried it?” he asked.

I shook my head, afraid to speak unless a squeak came out or a moan.

He pressed the base but I heard nothing. Then he reached out with it and waved for me to give him my hand. Like it was a on a string, I lifted it up and he clasped my wrist, pulling me forward in the chair. He pressed the tip of the vibrator against my palm and immediately, the buzzing sensation jittered up my arm, closely followed by goose-bumps.

“Completely silent,” he whispered. “Feel how powerful it is?” He moved the tip of the vibrator across my palm and towards my wrist. The vibration was buzzing up my arm and all I could think about was how his hand felt around my wrist. His hand was so large and my wrist so small in comparison.

“How does that feel?” he said.

My Billionaire Boss: The Complete Series (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Delilah’s plan worked a little too well…

She thought a low-level job in the records department of the Stone-Black Corporation would allow her to uncover wrong-doings she could show to the world to take the company down. But after only three days she’s suddenly promoted to work as executive assistant to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire CEO and number #1 on her list of bastards who deserve a slap in the face.

He has a temper.

He has a secret.

He is absolutely gorgeous.

When he punishes her for snooping around his office, she realizes she may be in over her head…

Delilah is introduced to Jackson Stone’s dark world of dominance and submission. He makes her his slave and she follows him every shocking step of the way. But will she take revenge for the town his business destroyed or will she follow her indecisive heart?

Suspense, action and erotic romance combine in this story of lust, obsession and dark desire.

This complete version My Billionaire Boss comes with a bonus 17,000-word novella, Bought: Mr. Money, Part 1.

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EXCERPT:

“I’ve been what?

I adjusted my glasses and tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.

“Promoted to executive assistant. Take your things, these papers and go to the top floor,” Ms. Green, the HR manager, said in a cold voice.

I tried to find my voice but only a croak came out and I felt myself break out in the sweat.

“I’d hurry if I were you. Mr. Stone doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she said, not looking up from her computer screen.

“But I’m meant to be working as a records clerk,” I protested. I’d only been at Stone-Black for three days and I’d already been promoted?

“And now you’re an executive assistant. Take these with you. Good luck with your short-term career.” She handed me an elevator fob and waved her hand at a stack of papers.

I picked up the papers and headed in the general direction of the elevator, trying to work out whether I should just walk out the front door. And what did she mean by “short-term career”?

Executive Assistant to Mr. Jackson Stone. The CEO of Stone-Black and reputed to be a mercurial tyrant who hired and fired people on a whim. I’d only seen his picture on the web – various charity balls, meetings with government officials – and what could I say? The man was hot. Tall with blond hair and blue-green eyes, he was a billionaire to boot. In every photo he seemed to be wearing a scowl as though there was a volcano inside him, barely held in check.

I got halfway to the elevator before I decided to bail on my plan. The Stone-Black corporation had practically destroyed my home-town of Bedford and then gotten away with it via various sneaky legal maneuvers. I thought being hired in the records department was the perfect way to discover something that could topple the whole business. I knew it had been too perfect to get that job and after only three days I had been “promoted” to executive assistant.

I turned abruptly and crashed directly into a man who’d been striding behind me. I dropped the papers to the ground, along with my bag. Bits and pieces went everywhere.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to pick up all the papers at once from the floor.

A red-leather briefcase came down next to my handbag and its contents strewn across the floor. The man scooped up the contents and put them back into the bag as I gathered the papers.

“Ms. Neri?”

I swallowed again and croaked something that could possibly have been yes as I followed the line of an Italian suit up to two blue-green eyes.

Jackson Stone. CEO of Stone-Black. Holding my Wal-Mart bag in one hand and a tiny bright red bullet vibrator in the other.

My tiny bright red bullet vibrator. The one hidden down the very bottom of my bag in a separate compartment.

He held my gaze for a moment before dropping the vibrator into the bag and then holding out his palm to me.

I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. The website images didn’t do him justice. He was tall but broad too and I could feel the strength of his hand on mine.

“Jackson Stone,” he said and then frowned at me. “Weren’t you meant to be coming upstairs to serve as my executive assistant?”

The way he said serve sent a shiver through my body. The man cut an impeccable figure in his classic dark Italian suit and white shirt. Almost enough to make me forget why I was here. But not quite. I changed my mind about leaving even though I felt my heart thud at the idea of working so closely with him.

“Delilah Neri.” At least my voice had come back.

He turned our hands clasping into a handshake and looked me up and down. Between my Wal-Mart bag, Kmart skirt, shoes and shirt and red hair-tie that was struggling to hold my chestnut hair back I can imagine how I must have looked: like everything I owned was worth less than his briefcase.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

“Oh, right,” I stammered, feeling my fragile resolve leaking away.

He stood, holding my hand and staring directly into my eyes. Waiting.

I took my hand back and smoothed my skirt down.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.

“These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom.”

He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.

“The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”

With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.

“In that room, you represent me. You do not want to let me down.”

He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him – a mixture of soap and masculine scent.

“Don’t make him wait,” Ms. Green said from her desk.

I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.

Fuck him.

The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I’d been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought – to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.

“Fuck,” I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I’d hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I’d studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I’d seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.

“Don’t forget why you’re here,” I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.

I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.

I can do this.

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“I’ve been what?

I adjusted my glasses and tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.

“Promoted to executive assistant. Take your things, these papers and go to the top floor,” Ms. Green, the HR manager, said in a cold voice.

I tried to find my voice but only a croak came out and I felt myself break out in the sweat.

“I’d hurry if I were you. Mr. Stone doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she said, not looking up from her computer screen.

“But I’m meant to be working as a records clerk,” I protested. I’d only been at Stone-Black for three days and I’d already been promoted?

“And now you’re an executive assistant. Take these with you. Good luck with your short-term career.” She handed me an elevator fob and waved her hand at a stack of papers.

I picked up the papers and headed in the general direction of the elevator, trying to work out whether I should just walk out the front door. And what did she mean by “short-term career”?

Executive Assistant to Mr. Jackson Stone. The CEO of Stone-Black and reputed to be a mercurial tyrant who hired and fired people on a whim. I’d only seen his picture on the web – various charity balls, meetings with government officials – and what could I say? The man was hot. Tall with blond hair and blue-green eyes, he was a billionaire to boot. In every photo he seemed to be wearing a scowl as though there was a volcano inside him, barely held in check.

I got halfway to the elevator before I decided to bail on my plan. The Stone-Black corporation had practically destroyed my home-town of Bedford and then gotten away with it via various sneaky legal maneuvers. I thought being hired in the records department was the perfect way to discover something that could topple the whole business. I knew it had been too perfect to get that job and after only three days I had been “promoted” to executive assistant.

I turned abruptly and crashed directly into a man who’d been striding behind me. I dropped the papers to the ground, along with my bag. Bits and pieces went everywhere.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to pick up all the papers at once from the floor.

A red-leather briefcase came down next to my handbag and its contents strewn across the floor. The man scooped up the contents and put them back into the bag as I gathered the papers.

“Ms. Neri?”

I swallowed again and croaked something that could possibly have been yes as I followed the line of an Italian suit up to two blue-green eyes.

Jackson Stone. CEO of Stone-Black. Holding my Wal-Mart bag in one hand and a tiny bright red bullet vibrator in the other.

My tiny bright red bullet vibrator. The one hidden down the very bottom of my bag in a separate compartment.

He held my gaze for a moment before dropping the vibrator into the bag and then holding out his palm to me.

I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. The website images didn’t do him justice. He was tall but broad too and I could feel the strength of his hand on mine.

“Jackson Stone,” he said and then frowned at me. “Weren’t you meant to be coming upstairs to serve as my executive assistant?”

The way he said serve sent a shiver through my body. The man cut an impeccable figure in his classic dark Italian suit and white shirt. Almost enough to make me forget why I was here. But not quite. I changed my mind about leaving even though I felt my heart thud at the idea of working so closely with him.

“Delilah Neri.” At least my voice had come back.

He turned our hands clasping into a handshake and looked me up and down. Between my Wal-Mart bag, Kmart skirt, shoes and shirt and red hair-tie that was struggling to hold my chestnut hair back I can imagine how I must have looked: like everything I owned was worth less than his briefcase.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

“Oh, right,” I stammered, feeling my fragile resolve leaking away.

He stood, holding my hand and staring directly into my eyes. Waiting.

I took my hand back and smoothed my skirt down.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.

“These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom.”

He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.

“The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”

With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.

“In that room, you represent me. You do not want to let me down.”

He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him – a mixture of soap and masculine scent.

“Don’t make him wait,” Ms. Green said from her desk.

I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.

Fuck him.

The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I’d been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought – to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.

“Fuck,” I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I’d hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I’d studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I’d seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.

“Don’t forget why you’re here,” I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.

I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.

I can do this.

*

It was a close thing but I got to the top floor with the sorted papers and three minutes to spare. I stepped out of the elevator into a simply gigantic room. Although I only had a few minutes before I was meant to be in Mr. Stone’s office, I looked around. The floor was polished wood. Oak? Something golden and delicious. Running from the elevator in a straight line to two giant black mahogany doors was a pale inlay of another type of wood. Over to the right side was a desk and across from it, two floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was, like, ten times the size of my entire apartment. I walked over to the desk and saw it had a metal name plate slotted into a holder on the front of it. Delilah Neri. There it was, etched in metal for all to see. I reached down and touched it with my finger. It moved sideways. It was just a piece of engraved metal, easily replaced. Just like me if I screwed up.

I looked down at the rest of the desk, saw the clock and felt a jolt run through me. LATE! I didn’t even have time to put my handbag down.

Rushing without trying to run, I hurried over to the heavy doors and entered Mr. Stone’s office.

I thought the previous room was big…

I rushed in, trying to take in what I was seeing without looking like I was. You know? The floor was a darker wood that changed over at the door. There were cabinets of black and red polished wood, Asian-styling and floor to ceiling windows that went almost all the way around.

Mr. Stone was leaning against the front of his desk flicking through a sheaf of papers. His desk! It was gigantic. I think it was at least twice as big as the double bed in my apartment. To the right was another room with the door closed. Private bathroom?

He didn’t look up, not at my heels clacking on the wood floor nor when I stepped onto the thick Persian rug that sat under the desk and surrounded it. I approached him, feeling like a doe wandering into a lion’s den. I glanced past his shoulder at the spectacular view and my foot caught suddenly on the rug…

Down I went, falling directly forward. There was no way I was letting go of the papers again so down they went with me. I fell directly into Mr. Stone, my face hitting his chest, my lips pressing against his shirt.

I landed on my knees on the rug but managed to save the papers. My handbag hit the ground too but thankfully nothing came out.

He looked down at me with a cruel smile.

“On your knees again Ms. Neri?”

I stood up and gasped. On his shirt were two red lips pressed together where my face had hit him.

“Do you have another shirt?” I asked, feeling like I was going to be fired on the spot.

He looked down at the lipstick marks and frowned. He stood up and walked around to the back of his desk.

“Lucky for you, I do,” he said without a hint of humor in his voice. “Turn around,” he commanded.

I turned around as he stripped off his shirt. In the polished surfaces of black and red I could see at least six angles of his slim muscular body. I closed my eyes but then immediately opened them again. If I was going to get fired at least I’d enjoy the view.

“The papers,” he said from right behind me. I jumped and turned around. He was quiet when he moved. Mr. Stone looked at me but I couldn’t read his face. Anger? Disappointment? I had a sudden desire to step forward and kiss him. Or for him to pull me in close to him again, grab the back of my neck and kiss me.

“I don’t like to repeat myself,” he said and held out his hand. I gave him the papers and he quickly flicked through them before handing them back.

“One to every investor. Match their names and then take notes of anything important. A pad is over there. This way.”

He walked past me and I again smelt soap and some indefinable essence of masculinity. I scurried over to the side table, put my bag down, picked up a yellow legal pad and pen and followed him out of the room.

All the while repeating to myself don’t freak out don’t freak out don’t freak out.

*

The meeting went by in a blur. Thankfully there were printed place names for each investor so all I had to do was match the print-outs with the place. The investors were mostly old guys with fat bellies sticking out of suits more expensive that my yearly rent. Mr. Stone was a powerful figure of youth and vitality compared to these old whales, moving about the room as he went over Stone-Black’s latest plans regarding renewable energy in South America. I took notes the best I could but even I was caught up in his presentation. A way to bring renewable energy to an entire continent, provide jobs and preserve the environment? This was completely at odds of what I knew about Stone-Black and their history of environmental destruction and legal trickery. Did I have it all wrong about them?

Soon the meeting ended and all the old men waddled out of the board room, smiling at the thought of all the money they’d be making. When the last one left the room, Mr. Stone touched me briefly on the shoulder and pointed at my notes.

“Type those up and then bring them to my office in thirty minutes.”

He walked off to talk to the investors while I packed up my stuff and scurried off to my desk. This time I wouldn’t be caught off-guard or rushing.

I sat down at my new desk and looked down at my notes. My handwriting was doctor-level bad at the best of times. With everything that had happened today it had devolved into some prehistoric hieroglyphics. It would take a team of linguists to translate it.

With a sinking feeling I started to transcribe the scribbled mess.

*

About half an hour later I heard Mr. Stone shout from behind his dark mahogany doors.

“Delilah! I said thirty minutes!”

I quickly printed what I’d managed to decipher, the printer taking a million years. It finally completed its task and I hurried into Mr. Stone’s office with papers and my original notepad.

He was sitting behind his desk glowering at me. Without a word he turned around a digital timer he had on his desk. It read 00:35 and was still counting upwards.

He’d actually timed me?

He held out his hand for the notes. I gave them to him and tried not to look embarrassed as he took out a black pen from his desk and started writing on them.

I glanced down at the ornate chair that sat a little to the side in front of his desk. It was black mahogany like the desk and had a red velvet seat. There were small pieces of gold inlaid on the legs. I’d bet that chair cost more than my entire apartment and maybe the apartments on either side of mine. I wonder how comfy it would be…?

“Don’t sit down,” Mr. Stone said, not looking up.

I looked away from the chair and out the window behind him at the amazing view as though the thought of sitting in that chair had never crossed my mind. How did he know?

Mr. Stone finally finished writing and then gave the notes back to me before waving his hand to the chair for me to sit down. I did and … oh, comfy.

“What do you think of Stone-Black?” he asked, looking at me like he could read my soul. Maybe he could. Moving around like a ninja, reading my mind re: chair sitting.

What did I think of Stone-Black? Hmm … let’s see … environmental destruction, a horde of lawyers, sneaky tricks, probably bribery and big enough to get away with it and keep on getting away with it unless someone stopped them?

“Well, a big company being a big company,” I said, settling on the safest response.

“An answer that isn’t an answer,” he said. “What do you think of me?”

Oh no, this was getting crazy. What would I say now? I heard in my three short days in records that he fired people for nearly no reason? That a good half the girls in the building would slip off their skirts if he just asked them to? (And just quietly, a few of the guys too.)

“You’re a businessman. Young and in control of a growing corporation. Along with your partner, of course.”

“Of course,” he said, a brief flash of disgust crossing his face before vanishing. Was that for my stock answer or for how he felt about his partner? On the subject of Matt Black, the interwebs were a little foggy. Apparently they’d formed their business in college but precisely what Mr. Black did was a bit of a mystery. There was a smattering of charity ball photographs but it seemed he liked to keep a lower profile than even Mr. Stone. They were certainly never photographed together.

“But what do they say?” he asked, focusing his gaze on me. “Don’t lie to me.”

I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Was this a test? Was the right answer to lie under pressure or to just tell the truth? I decided to go with the truth.

“That you’re a bastard. A beautiful one, sure, but still a bastard. Perpetually unsatisfied with a crazy temper.”

I tried to hold his gaze as I said it but towards the end I just couldn’t. I felt like he’d erupt and leap out of the chair at any moment.

We sat there in silence for a moment and then I glanced up at his impassive face. He caught my eye and briefly smiled at me. My god he was handsome. Like he’d just stepped off a modeling shoot. But then his smile vanished and I suddenly felt I was standing at the bottom of a wall of ice a mile high.

He stood up and moved around the desk, looking at me all the while. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and all I could imagine was him whispering in my ear that he knew all about me. That he’d always known. Then the police would burst in and drag me away to some gulag.

Mr. Stone walked around behind the chair and placed his hands on top of it. His closeness was unnerving. I felt him lean down behind me.

“Everything they say is true,” he said. His lips were so close to my ear. His scent again, masculine and clean, enveloping me. I closed my eyes and listened.

“I am deeply unsatisfied and I need you, Delilah. I want you to be my assistant.”

My neck was tingling and sending signals down my body. I felt my nipples harden and rub against my blouse. I heard what he said but it seemed certain body parts only heard I need you, I want you…

“I want … I mean, I will be your assistant,” I said, catching myself in time before saying I want you too.

And then he was gone. I opened my eyes to find him back around his side of the desk again, looking at me.

“Make those corrections and send the notes to me. I’ll be gone the rest of the afternoon. Don’t forget your bag,” he said.

I stood up and nodded, clutching the notepad like it was the only thing holding me to the ground and walked away, feeling his gaze on me. I saw him reflected in the cabinets and I think … I think he was looking at my ass! I picked up my bag from where I’d left it on the side table and headed for the door. I needed to get out of here. Before he changed his mind or I broke out into another hot flush with my imagination and body going wild. I put my hand on the door to leave, feeling the cool wood under my palm.

“Delilah Neri?”

I turned around to see him in profile, looking at something on the computer screen.

“I do have a temper and if you disobey me, you will get to see it. One more thing: you are never allowed in this room unless I am here.”

I nodded and then got out of the room as fast as I could.

*

Where was it!

I rummaged through my bag again and then took another look around the empty ladies room before emptying the contents out on the bench next to the basins.

My red bullet vibrator was gone. Or temporarily misplaced. Or stolen.

I’d come down here to cool off after my meeting with Mr. Stone and found my mind straying to some very hot ideas. Mr. Stone standing catching me in his office and shaking his head at me as he unzipped his pants… Mr. Stone pulling me across to him for a passionate kiss…

But no.

Cos no red bullet vibrator was anywhere to be found.

I sorted through the contents of my bag again, desperately hoping I’d find it hidden under a screwed up five bucks or maybe hanging out next to an empty chewing gum pack. I scooped everything back into my bag and then stopped, a cold rush flooding through me as I got a sudden image of the vibrator sitting on the rug under Mr. Stone’s desk.

I did fall over and land on the ground. Nothing fell out of my bag but maybe I was too preoccupied with saving the papers or smearing my lipstick on his shirt.

Ok, so I didn’t have it with me and that meant unless it was hiding near my desk somehow then it was probably on the floor of Mr. Stone’s office.

I looked at myself in the mirror for the second time today, again trying to calm myself down. He’d just told me to never go into his office without him there but there was no way I’d let him find that bullet vibrator in there. He’d seen it that morning and knew it was mine. I didn’t care what the consequences were. Besides, he was out of the office for the rest of the day.

“You can do this,” I told my reflection.

My reflection looked back at me with raised eyebrows.

*

I wasn’t so dumb as to just go back up there and push the doors open with some stupid excuse on my lips. I went down to the car-park first and saw that his black BMW was gone. So Mr. Stone was out of his office.

Nevertheless, outside his office I stopped and tried to make up an excuse. I … dropped … my … contact lens?

I shook my head at myself and went in.

I ignored the view and the beautiful things all around me. Even the side room which I was curious about. All I was looking for was the red bullet vibrator. I checked under a few cabinets but didn’t see it. I walked up to the front his desk and imagined myself falling over, holding the papers, my face heading for his chest, my bag swinging …

I walked around the other side of his desk and knelt down to check under it. The space under the desk was big enough for three people to fit. I crawled in, looking for the bullet. Again, no luck. I did find something else though: set into the back wall of the desk was a long golden bar. It looked like a crazy expensive bathroom fitting. I ran my finger over it and then pulled on it. It wasn’t connected to any secret drawer or anything. It was just connected quiet solidly to the mahogany. I tapped the bar again and then heard a noise. But it was no secret compartment opening. It was the doors opening.

I felt myself freeze into a block of ice as I heard footsteps cross the floor. First loud on the wood and then muffled by the carpet.

Mr. Stone was in his office and I was hiding under his desk. Maybe he’d collect something and leave. Please just pick up something and leave. Please use the blender or whatever it was he had in that side room so I could sneak out. Please just-

He sat down in his chair as I tried not to breath while pushing myself back as far as possible.

Please just leave, please just leave, please just leave

He must have heard my thoughts because I heard him move some papers on his desk and then he stood up and walked away, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. He was leaving, he was leaving, he was leaving!

“Come out now Ms. Neri.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to make myself vanish. I promised every deity that ever was to work for them if only they’d help me.

“You do not want to keep me waiting, Ms. Neri.”

I opened my eyes and crawled out from under his desk. Barely half an hour after saying yes to being his assistant and he was going to fire me. I was sure of it.

I stood up from behind the desk. Mr. Stone was watching me with a look on his face halfway between fury and … excitement?

“I lost a contact lens,” I mumbled, even though I was wearing glasses and had been all day.

“I told you not to disobey me,” he said, his voice as cold as ice. He walked across the floor towards me and I felt like running, like I was being stalked. As he circled around the left side of the desk he pointed to the spot in front of his desk and I scurried around there.

“I’m going to have to punish you,” he said.

He pressed his fingers on some unseen button and a wood panel slid back before a gold bar rose out of the desk and clicked into place.

“Hold on to it,” he said.

I looked down at the polished wood and saw my own face staring back at me. My pupils were dilated. I was breathing heavily. I wanted this … whatever this was.

I leaned forwards and grasped the gold bar with both hands. It was far enough back on the desk that I was now bent over with my ass sticking up in the air. My skirt wasn’t coping at all and had hitched itself up. Another inch and he’d be able to see everything.

Mr. Stone walked around behind me and I felt myself tensing up. Was he going to just pull my skirt up and fuck me? Wasn’t that what I wanted?

He stood directly behind me and all I could hear was the sound of his breathing. There were no reflective surfaces in this direction except the top of the polished desk. All I could see was myself, my breasts straining against my blouse, a few ringlets of hair hanging free of the tie.

“Do you trust me?”

He touched me. A single finger on my back. I heard my blood pound in my ears. Trust him? I barely knew him? But somehow … even bent over his desk … yes.

“I … do … sir.”

“If you say stop, then I will stop. Do you want me to?”

I shifted position slightly, my breasts rubbing on the desktop. What was he planning? And why did I want this so much?

“I don’t want you to stop.”

The smack on my ass came sharp and sudden and I yelped. What had I done? Oh …

“I don’t want you to stop, Sir.”

His next touch was gentle, stroking the spot he’d just hit. The pain mixed with pleasure and I felt my temperature rising. Was he going to hike my skirt up and fuck me over his desk? The thought of this man pounding into me as I looked out over the city…

“Well?”

I winced. He’d asked me something while I was lost in fantasy.

“Um…”

Smack.

This one was harder than before and in the same spot. I gasped aloud and clenched the bar with both hands.

“You must pay attention!”

He smacked me again and I yelped once more. And again. And again. The sound of his hand hitting me echoed through the long room and I felt my knees go weak. The bar was my lifeline and I clenched it as hard as I could even as I felt bruises forming on my ass.

“That was fifteen. Disappoint me again and it will be more.”

He pushed up my skirt and traced the tip of his finger over where he had spanked me. The skin was sore and throbbing and the light touch of his finger was part pleasure and part pain.

His finger traced across my ass, only momentarily touching my sex. I closed my eyes and knew that he’d be able to feel I was wet.

“Oh, I see,” he said, his voice dangerously low. He sounded furious.

His hand came down again suddenly and smacked against my ass. I managed to hold in my gasp but without the skirt between his palm and me, it stung and brought tears to my eyes. At the same time I felt myself get wetter.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”

It was a statement rather than a question. I heard a soft click and then a low humming. I suddenly knew where my bullet vibrator was.

I moaned as he pressed it against my sex. Although small, it was powerful. He slapped a yellow notepad down next to my face along with a pen.

“Take notes for me.”

I let go of the bar with my left hand and picked up the pen. The buzz of the vibrator was zipping up through my body, down my legs, swirling across my spine.

“I will obey Mr. Stone.”

I bit my lip and tried to still my breathing as I wrote I will obey Mr. Stone. I started well but by the end it trailed off into a scrawl. He looked over my shoulder and then smacked me on the ass, sending another burst of wetness through my pussy.

“I. Will. Obey. Mr. Stone,” he repeated.

He moved the vibrator closer to my clit and I felt his fingers touch me through my wet panties.

I will…

The pen skittered across the page as my body began to go completely off the rails. There was another crack as he spanked me again and then suddenly he had his fingers inside me, pumping them back and forth. He moved the vibrator directly onto my clit, the buzz consuming my world.

“I. Will. Obey. Mr. Stone!” he said.

I tried to write but my muscles had gone weak. I scrawled I and dropped the pen at the pleasure rushing through my body. His legs were against mine, his fingers pumping into me and the bullet vibrator going crazy against my clit. He said something else to me but I didn’t hear it over my wailing. I tipped over the edge, electric fingers running down every nerve, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

“… your cock. I want …” I found myself gasping something to him when my head stopped spinning.

I heard the bullet click off and then he dropped it on the notepad. He reached forward and grabbed the back of my neck, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hard cock through his pants.

“What is it you want, Delilah?”

I was still spinning through the universe but I knew better than to tell him I wanted his cock. I felt his hand tense on my ass, waiting for my response.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to slow my pounding heartbeat.

“I want to obey you. Sir.”

He let go of my neck and I stood up. I turned around to see him walking away, across to the room at the side of his office.

“Leave,” he said, not looking at me.

He slipped into the side room and slammed the door behind him. My ears burning with shame and with tears in my eyes I picked up the notepad with my scrawled writing, my bullet vibrator, straightened my clothes and went back to my desk.

The sound of the big wooden doors closing behind me sounded like a final admonishment. I’d done something wrong. Was I meant to tell him I wanted his cock? I thought I was playing the game but maybe I was wrong. At least he hadn’t fired me for being in his office…

*

The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. I’d spent the last few hours replying to emails from Ms. Green who seemed to want to teach me my new job from afar rather than in person. Although I managed to concentrate long enough to get a little work done, I couldn’t keep my mind off what happened. Mr. Stone bending me over his desk. Mr. Stone using my vibrator on me…

I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked up into Mr. Stone’s blue-green eyes. He moved silently when he wanted … or when I was lost in fantasy.

“We won’t be doing that again,” he said.

“No, sir.”

Yes we will, Sir.

“I made you my executive assistant although I knew it was dangerous.”

“Dangerous, sir?”

“For me,” he added, his face unreadable. “And for you.”

He seemed sad but the emotion passed as quickly as it came. The mask was back. The volcano inside him hidden again.

He walked away, heading for the elevator and I leaped up out of my seat to follow him. What was I meant to say? Please do it again? Please push me over your desk and do whatever you want to me? I’m your assistant and I’m here to serve you?

I had to get hold of myself. I was here to find all of Stone-Black’s dirty laundry and having it bad for the boss wasn’t going to help that.

Although it was fun …

The elevator door opened and he turned to face me. I was going to say “No sir, it won’t ever happen again” but the moment I saw his eyes, I knew it would. I’d make sure it happened again.

“I’m …”

My voice was a whisper, yet seemed too loud.

He stepped into the elevator and looked me up and down.

“Never again, Delilah. Never.”

The doors closed and the moment they did, I found my voice. What came out surprised even myself.

“I’m … yours. Sir.”

***

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Billionaire Bond: My Billionaire Boss, Part 2

Her billionaire boss Jackson Stone punished Delilah and then swore he’d never lose control again. So far he has kept his word…

But a late night at the office turns to much more when a vicious storm rolls in and in a cave-man moment he hoists her over his shoulder and carries her to his car. Delilah knows she should keep away from him but she can’t control her feelings and when the storm pushes them to his mansion, she doesn’t protest.

Jackson Stone was number #1 on her most-hated list because of what his company did to her home-town but when she sees through a chink in his armor to the man inside, she can’t hold herself back any longer.

This is the second part of the “Billionaire Boss” series by Emily Cantore and is 8015 words long.

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Billionaire Broken: My Billionaire Boss, Part 8 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Stone-Black is on the brink of destruction and Delilah’s heart threatens to tear her and Jackson Stone apart. They face a clever foe and their own demons.
Will he finally take off his mask and give his heart to her? Or is it truly over between them?

This is the eighth and final part of the “Billionaire Boss” series by Emily Cantore and is 7750 words long.

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EXTRACT:
They say the only thing worse than not getting what you want is getting what you want.
Well, I had wanted Stone-Black destroyed. I’d studied the owners and seen pictures of Mr. Stone and swore that I would do my best to take him and his company down.
Then I’d met him.
Then I’d fallen for him.
And I’d found that he wasn’t the culprit.
But still, Stone-Black was going to be destroyed.
And there I was, wrapped in a towel still dripping water on to an expensive carpet, a length of rope in my hands that had very recently been used to bind me, and my boss, Mr. Jackson Stone, in front of me, his eyes mirrors, doubt creeping like a poison through his body.
“I would never…” I begun.
Normally, Mr. Stone was in control of his emotions. He had his standard Mr. Stone face – flat and unreadable – and this was the one he showed the world. It was his mask and he had worn it so long it had become him. But now, there was no mask. He was furious. He let go of the phone and took two steps across the room to stand in front of me. Was this it? I was about to be fired and thrown out while wearing a towel? By a gorgeous man wearing a towel?
Mr. Stone slipped the coiled rope from my hands and placed it on the carpet beside him. Then he stroked his fingers up my arm until they came to rest on my collar.
“Even after all we’ve been through … you still don’t trust me,” he stated.
“I do trust you. It’s just … how this looks. The files gone and I asked you to come here.”
“You don’t trust my feelings about you. That I’m fickle or that I’ll suspect you’re lying to me and it’s all over, even without any proof.”

Billionaire Blackmail: My Billionaire Boss, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Someone has uncovered Delilah’s past and is using the information to blackmail her. Will she reveal all to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire, and risk losing him? Or will the past come back to bite them both?
This is the fifth part of the “Billionaire Boss” series by Emily Cantore and is 7000 words long.

EXCERPT:

“Can you see?” he asked from somewhere behind me.
“No, sir,” I said. No light was getting through at all and without my sight my other senses seemed to magnify.
“Wait,” commanded Mr. Stone.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I heard him move behind me, a rustle of fabric on fabric but then nothing else. If anything, the man was preternaturally quiet. I focused on calming my breathing, feeling my heart slowing down and the pounding rush of blood in my ears fade away.
To my right I heard a soft clink of metal on glass and then the rattle of ice-cubes. Was he making a drink?
“Take off your clothes,” Mr. Stone whispered in my ear and I almost screamed. I managed to bite my lip in time to stop myself.
“Yes, sir,” I said and reached down to unbutton my jeans. I pushed off my shoes and after a momentary struggle with my very tight jeans, slid them down my hips and off, taking my socks with them. It wasn’t cold in the room but when the air hit my wet underwear, I felt a chill.
“Faster,” Mr. Stone whispered in my ear again. I couldn’t hear where he was over my own body going crazy but then I felt him behind me, felt his fingers trail over my ass and down to the wetness between my legs. I moaned as he pressed his fingers against me before he stepped away and was gone again.
I unbuttoned my top and dropped it beside me before my bra followed. Finally I slipped my underwear off and dropped them to the floor. I kept closing and then opening my eyes under the blindfold as though I’d suddenly be able to see something but I was in complete darkness.
I heard another clink of metal on glass to my right and then a scraping sound. I felt a rush of bumps flood up my arms with every new sound. What was Mr. Stone doing? I heard another clink of glass before he spoke again.
“Two steps forward.”
“Yes, sir.”
I took two steps and then stopped, now trying to remember the layout of the room and what was in it. There were tables and all sorts of sex toys all over the place. Half the things I had no idea what they did.
“Reach down and feel the bench in front of you. Turn around and sit down.”
“Yes, sir,” I answered and reached down. My fingers touched a soft warm surface with a firmness underneath. I ran my hands outwards and around and felt it was about twice as wide as me. Not a bed but a bench with a soft covering. Using my hands to guide me, I sat down on it.
“Now lay back and put your hands above you, little slave,” Mr. Stone said.
I lay back on the bench, feeling the warmth of the material against my back. As I raised my hands above my head I felt Mr. Stone’s strong hands grab my wrists and he pulled me back, sliding me further up the bench. I felt two leather bands clasp around my wrists, locking my arms in place.
I heard a single footstep and then he was gone again. I strained my ears to hear where he was and felt like my whole body was vibrating with the effort. I heard a soft scrape of glass from across the room.
Then his lips. Hot, burning. His mouth enclosing my nipple, a tiny trickle of hot liquid running down the side of my breast. I gasped and heard him swallow. In the darkness I could smell hot green tea. I heard a soft sip of liquid and then Mr. Stone’s burning mouth covered my other nipple. Its heat rushed through me and as his teeth grazed against my breast, I moaned.

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